I'm Jim, a recent high school graduate who's carefully cultivated a group of seventeen "regulars" – guys that I blow often. I blow some often and some once a month or so. My best regular is Mr. Marshall, a retired high school teacher I've been blowing for over ten years. He's slowed down a bit since he retired and moved into a high-rise apartment building, but he still enjoys me sucking him 2-3 times a week.

I arrived at his apartment one day just as he was coming in from a walk. We took the elevator to go to his apartment on the 37th floor, but before we got there the elevator stopped. We pushed the alarm button but were unable to signal anybody. I tried banging on the door to attract attention, but finally my hand just got sore.

We settled down and waited, and hours passed without rescue. Without anything else to do, I said, "This would be a good time for a blowjob."

"You know there are probably surveillance cameras in all elevators," Mr. Marshall said.

"If they were paying attention, they would have got us out of here by now," I said, "Besides, it might be entertaining to the security guys – if any say anything to you, just ask them if they want me to contact them."

"You think you night get another regular out of this?" Mr. Marshall asked.

"Who knows?" I replied, "But it will be better than just waiting here."

Mr. Marshall was normally a very careful guy – he had to be since he was getting blowjobs from me when I was a kid in his school, but he'd mellowed a bit in his retirement, and soon he was standing there with his cock out.

Knowing my place, I was quickly on my knees sucking him. He had a nice sized, cock that didn't get fully hard any more, but he still was able to cum easily enough. As I sucked, I imagined that perhaps a security guard monitoring the cameras would see and send a maintenance crew to get us out. That was a little optimistic, but I was hopeful. At least it was entertaining to imagine that I was performing for an audience.

I sucked slowly, not wanting to make him cum too quickly. That way we could both enjoy the blowjob longer. Eventually he began to pump his hot sperm into my mouth. I'd given over a thousand blowjobs since I started, and that first squirt of cum always continues to thrill me! I held him in my mouth as he finished pumping, and then he pulled out. I looked up at the ceiling and opened my mouth, so if there was a camera, they would know he came in my mouth. I was just being a little playful, but it helped pass the time. I swallowed and stood up.

Several hours later we were still trapped, and Mr. Marshall said he had a problem, "I gotta piss really bad – I don't think I can hold it much longer."

It only took a moment for the kinky thought to come to me, "Why not give it to me? You are healthy and it won't hurt me."

"Jim, I can't use you as a urinal," he said.

"Then think of it as another way to share with me," I said, "You're in difficulty and I really want to help."

"There's a whole lot," he said.

"Just take it as slow as you can," I said, getting on my knees and awaiting his response.

"If you insist," he said, unzipping and giving me his cock. I took him into my mouth but just held him there. I didn't want to arouse him because he'd have trouble going.

I must have held him there a couple of minutes. I think he was pretty nervous, just like some people can't go when others are watching. I suppose it's even worse when your cock is in a mouth.

Finally, I felt a little squirt. It was nothing like cum, which I really loved. It was a little sour, with a slight salty taste. It certainly didn't taste good, but it wasn't supposed to. He slowly began to fill my mouth and then I realized I'd better start swallowing. As I swallowed, his flow increased but I could easily keep up.

Swallowing as fast as I did there was little time to notice the taste much, but after awhile it wasn't so bad. I wondered if, like cum, I would actually grow to like it. No matter, I sucked cock for the cum, so I'd probably never do this again.

It took over a minute or Mr. Marshall to drain completely – I wished he could cum for that long! He pulled out and thanked, me, asking if I was okay. I told him I was fine and was really pleased to help him out in a way nobody else ever would.

"I've always considered you special, Jim," he said, smiling.

It took another hour before a maintenance crew found us and pried the doors open.

"You should have pushed the emergency button," one of the crew said.

"I did," I replied, "But nothing happened. The maintenance man pushed the emergency button and said, "Hmmm – have to check that out."

"You guys okay?" he asked. We told him that we were physically fine, but emotionally drained. Of course I didn't tell them that I had drained Mr. Marshal in two different ways.

We took a different elevator to Mr. Marshall's apartment and he made some coffee and offered me a snack. He kept asking if I had any ill effects and I assured him that I was healthy and just fine.

"I just can't get over what you did for me," he said. I just told him I was glad to do it for such a good friend.

I asked if he could use another blowjob and he decided to give it a try. Normally he was only good for one a day, but perhaps our elevator adventure added to his arousal. I sucked him and was pleased to milk another load from my favorite cock.

He thanked me and I left. When I got home I couldn't stop thinking about drinking Mr. Marshall's piss. To many such an act was disgusting, but to many swallowing cum was as well. It was kind of hot and soon I found myself jacking-off remembering it all. I knew I wanted to do it again but didn't really want to ask for it – I didn't want Mr. Marshall to think less of me.

The next time I visited Mr. Marshall I took the elevator to his floor without incident. As always, he was glad to see me. "I'm really grateful for the way you helped me out the other day – you went way beyond what anyone could have expected." he said.

"I really enjoyed helping you in such a special way," I replied, wondering if that had come out well. The truth is that I really liked swallowing his piss, but it's kind of a disgusting thing, so I decided to keep it to myself.

"Since you put it that way," he replied, "I have to confess something that I'm a little ashamed of."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I get hard thinking about you drinking my pee like that," he replied, "And I'd never expect you to do it again!"

"If it arouses you," I said with growing interest, "Perhaps that is something we should explore. I don't mind a little kink if it gives you a better climax."

"Sure you don't mind?" he asked.

"You know I'm always glad to help!" I said, "And when it comes to your manly needs, I really want to do my best for you."

"I think I could go now," he said, unzipping, "And will be ready to cum right afterward."

I got to my knees and took him into my mouth as I'd done for years, and he began to get hard, as usual, but that prevented him from peeing. He pulled out and said, "I need to let this go down a bit – would you mind if I just squirted it in your mouth? I promise not to get any on your clothes."

I stood up and began to undress. "Let's go into the shower so it won't matter if it doesn't all go in my mouth," I said. Mr. Marshall smiled and followed me into the bathroom. I knelt in the walk-in shower and he stood in front of me.

I opened my mouth and he brought his soft cock right into my mouth without touching. I soon tasted the familiar sour flavor as his stream started. It was a little awkward swallowing with my mouth open and when I tried, my head moved a little and Mr. Marshall momentarily squirted on my cheek, but he quickly changed position.

I never minded getting a facial, if that was what my guy wanted, but it seemed to be a shame to waste the cum. When it came to piss, there was so much more available, so a little spillage was no big deal. I was glad that I was naked. It wouldn't take much piss on my shirt to be a problem!

Now that Mr. Marshall was flowing fully, he put his cock fully into my mouth and I could close my lips around him and swallow more normally. I was really glad that Mr. Marshall wanted more of this, because I sure did!

He stopped, and I just held his cock in my mouth, then gradually began to run my tongue around the head. He responded as usual, growing and hardening. In less than a minute he was at full erection and moaning from my attentions. Blowing him with the sour taste in my mouth was a new experience, and I liked the kinky diversion from the ordinary. Soon he came, and his cum tasted a little different, immediately following his piss. It was neither a good or bad change, just a difference I found interesting. I wondered how long it would take that I would become so accustomed to the taste that I wouldn't notice. I remembered how vivid cum tasted at first, and how I quickly grew to like it, but now I don't even notice the taste. Perhaps that's what I like about piss – it does have a very definite taste!

Mr. Marshall asked if I wanted to shower, but I declined and asked for a washcloth, wet it an wiped the drips from my face and chest. I was really glad how this turned out, and Mr. Marshall kept heaping on the praise.

As I was leaving he said, "Oh, I just remembered, one of the security people mentioned what happened in the elevator."

"Am I in trouble?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Mr. Marshall replied, "He made a special point of stressing what a nice helpful young man you are, and I asked if he'd like to talk to you. His name if Mr. Lloyd – I'm not sure what shift he works, but their office is in the basement." I thanked him and left.

I took the elevator to the basement and went to the security office. There was a buxom young woman at the desk, who told me that Mr. Lloyd was off today but his next shift was tomorrow at 6pm. "You look kind of familiar," she said, "Do I know you?"

"I don't think so," I replied, not sure what her reaction would be if she knew what I did.

I really liked how things had developed with Mr. Marshall, but I decided not to try to expand piss swallowing to my other sixteen regulars – one seemed to be enough for now.

The next day I went to the apartment building to catch Mr. Lloyd when he arrived. He smiled and took me back to his office. He typed something on a computer keyboard and an elevator video came up. I immediately recognized myself sucking Mr. Marshall.

"We're really sorry we didn't see this sooner, or we might have rescued you earlier. I had a slow night the other day and decided to review the cameral tapes. Is that you in this video?"

"Yes it is," I said, "Mr. Marshall was in distress and I just wanted to help."

"You certainly did help him out of a bind!" he confirmed, "How did you like it?"

"It was okay," I said, "Mainly I'm just glad to help."

"Now really Jim," he replied, "Didn't you really enjoy doing it?"

"Only in the sense that I enjoyed being helpful," I replied.

"I thought perhaps you might have simply enjoyed doing it," he said, "Maybe just a little?" He was smiling at me like he knew I was lying.

"I suppose just a little," I affirmed.

"Would you be willing to help me out from time to time?" He asked.

"Probably," I said, "Do you mean like now?"

"That could work," he said, "But I don't need to take a leak just now."

"We can catch that another time," I said, "You could probably use some stress relief."

He agreed and asked me to go with him. He led me to a room down the hallway. He took out his keyring and unlocked it. It was a storage room with no window in the door. He turned on the light and closed the door. "We won't be interrupted here," he said.

Emboldened, I decided to make the next move and dropped to my knees. Mr. Lloyd smiled and unzipped, soon feeding me his cock. I sucked him for a few minutes and then he gave me his hot load. We walked back to his office and I gave him my cell number so he could text me whenever he needed.

"Thanks for being so helpful, Jim," he said as I left. The buxom lady at the desk smiled at me as I left. I wondered if she had any idea why I was there.

I left the building, glad to now have one more regular!

  To be continued . . .

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